At a bustling clothing drive, Sarah was all smiles until she found a knitted sweater she had lovingly gifted her granddaughter among the donations. Her heart sank as she spotted the familiar embroidered initials, turning her act of generosity into a moment of bittersweet reflection.
Sarah adjusted her glasses as she stood at the edge of the donation drive, clutching a bulging bag of clothes.
The air buzzed with activity—people chatted as they sifted through piles of donated items, and volunteers hurried from one booth to another.
For a moment, Sarah felt out of place, hesitant to step further into the scene.
Then she spotted Emily, her longtime friend, waving at her enthusiastically from across the crowd.
Emily’s energy was always infectious, and Sarah felt her nerves settle as she approached.
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“Sarah! I’m so glad you made it!” Emily beamed, practically bouncing as she came forward to greet her.
“Hello, Emily,” Sarah replied with a smile, feeling a bit lighter.
“Yes, I thought it was time to get out of the house. And helping at a clothing drive seemed like a meaningful way to spend the day. Thank you for convincing me to come.”
Placing her bag on the table, Sarah patted it gently. “These are things I don’t need anymore. Hopefully, they’ll be useful to someone.”
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Emily leaned over to peek inside. “Sarah, this is so generous of you! Thank you! These are in great condition.”
The women worked side by side, sorting clothes and helping people who approached the booth.
Emily’s cheerful banter helped Sarah relax, and the satisfaction of giving back warmed her.
But as they worked, Sarah noticed a tall man approaching. He carried a large bag and had a serious, almost stern expression.
Sarah stiffened slightly, unsure of his intentions, but he simply placed the bag on the table and nodded at Emily.
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“Thanks, Pete!” Emily called out cheerfully.
Sarah glanced at Emily, curious. “Where did all this come from?”
Emily chuckled as she opened the bag.
“We set up a donation bin near the dumpsters. You wouldn’t believe the quality of things people throw away! At least this way, they get a second chance to help someone.”
Sarah nodded, intrigued. As they began to sort through the bag’s contents, she pulled out a knitted sweater.
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Her breath caught in her throat. It wasn’t just any sweater—it was hers. She held it up, running her fingers over the soft yarn.
The embroidered initials on the hem confirmed it: this was the sweater she had painstakingly made for Violet, her granddaughter.
“This looks exactly like the one I gave to Violet,” Sarah said, her voice trembling slightly.
“Violet? Your granddaughter?” Emily asked, glancing at the sweater. “What a coincidence someone donated such a similar one!”
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But Sarah shook her head slowly. “It’s not a coincidence. This is the sweater.”
Emily’s expression fell as the realization dawned on her. “Oh no… that can’t be. She’d never discard your gift, would she? Are you absolutely sure?”
Sarah pointed to the initials. “I’m sure,” she said softly, her voice laced with sadness.
Emily reached out to touch Sarah’s arm. “I’m so sorry, Sarah.”
Forcing a faint smile, Sarah replied, “It’s fine. Maybe it was too itchy… or just not her style.”
Her attempt to brush it off sounded hollow, even to herself. She folded the sweater gently and set it aside, but the weight of its presence lingered in her heart.
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At home, the afternoon sunlight streamed through the lace curtains, casting soft patterns on the living room walls.
Sarah sat in her favorite armchair, a cup of tea cooling on the side table. Her knitting needles rested in her lap, untouched.
She had placed the sweater she found at the donation drive neatly beside her.
Every so often, her eyes drifted to it, the familiar embroidered initials tugging at her heart.
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With a sigh, she picked up the phone, putting on her reading glasses to carefully dial the number. She clutched the receiver tightly, waiting as the line rang.
“Hello?” came a voice, bright but hurried. “Grandma? What’s up? I’m busy.”
Sarah smiled faintly, though she knew Violet couldn’t see it.
“Hi, Violet, dear. I won’t take much of your time. I just wanted to ask—how do you like the sweater I gave you? Have you been wearing it?”
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There was a pause on the other end, just long enough for Sarah to feel uneasy.
“The sweater?” Violet finally said, her tone suddenly lighter. “Oh, yeah, of course, Grandma. It’s great. I wear it all the time.”
“Really?” Sarah asked, her voice softening with hope.
“Yeah, really. I’m sorry, Grandma, but I have to go now. Let’s talk later, okay?”
“Of course, dear,” Sarah said quietly, but the line had already gone dead.
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She lowered the phone slowly, her gaze returning to the sweater. She traced the delicate initials with her fingertips, the weight of unspoken words settling in her chest.
The next day, the air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of autumn leaves as Sarah walked up to her son Robert’s house.
Her steps were deliberate, her small gift bag swinging gently in her hand. She hesitated for a moment before ringing the doorbell.
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When Robert opened the door, his eyebrows lifted in surprise.
“Mom? Hi! You should’ve called first. What brings you here?” he asked, stepping aside to let her in.
“I’m not staying long,” Sarah said softly, her smile warm but hesitant. She held out the bag. “I just wanted to drop off a little something for Violet.”
Robert took the bag, glancing at it curiously. “That’s so sweet of you, Mom. But didn’t you already give her that wonderful sweater? You’re spoiling her.”
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Sarah shifted her weight, her expression faltering. “I don’t think she liked the sweater…”
Robert frowned, his tone sharpening. “Why would you think that?”
She sighed, meeting his eyes. “I found it yesterday at the donation drive. Someone had thrown it away.”
His face darkened, and his jaw tightened. “What? She threw away your gift? That’s unacceptable.”
“Please, don’t overreact,” Sarah pleaded, placing a gentle hand on his arm. But her words didn’t stop Robert as he stormed into the house, his voice booming.
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“Violet! Get down here now!”
“What? Is it important?” Violet’s voice drifted down the stairs, her tone indifferent.
“Now!” Robert barked, his frustration evident.
Violet appeared at the top of the stairs, her arms crossed and her expression bored. “What’s the big deal?”
Robert didn’t waste a moment. “Where’s the sweater Grandma gave you?”
“In my room, I think. Why?” Violet replied with a shrug, her tone nonchalant.
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“It’s not in your room!” Robert’s voice grew louder. “It was at the donation drive for the homeless!”
Violet’s eyes widened slightly, but she quickly masked her surprise with defiance. “How do you know about that?”
“So, it’s true?” Robert shouted. “How could you? Apologize to your grandmother right now!”
“No way!” Violet snapped. “That sweater was ugly! I’d never wear it. At least now someone else can use it.”
Robert’s face turned red with anger.
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“Watch your mouth! Do you have any idea how much love she put into making that for you? It wasn’t just a sweater—it was a piece of her heart!”
Neither of them noticed Sarah quietly slipping out the door, her face a mix of sadness and understanding.
She placed the small gift bag on the porch before walking down the path and out of sight.
When the argument finally subsided, Robert and Violet noticed the bag. Violet bent down and opened it.
Inside was a soft, store-bought sweater in her favorite color. Her eyes widened in recognition.
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“This is the one I’ve been asking for all month! How did Grandma know?” she exclaimed, pulling it out.
Robert noticed the folded note tucked inside. He picked it up and began reading aloud.
“Dear Violet, I’m sorry the sweater wasn’t right for you. I asked your mom what you wanted and got you this instead. I hope you like it. Love, Grandma.”
Violet stood frozen, the new sweater clutched tightly to her chest. Her expression softened, guilt washing over her like a wave.
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Without a word, she turned and ran out the door.
Robert watched her go, his own frustration melting into quiet concern.
He sighed, hoping this was the moment Violet would finally understand what her grandmother’s love truly meant.
Sarah was sitting in her cozy living room, the soft click of her knitting needles creating a soothing rhythm as she worked on a new project.
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The late afternoon sunlight streamed through the lace curtains, casting warm patterns on the floor. She felt a sense of peace, her hands moving skillfully over the yarn.
The sudden chime of the doorbell broke her focus.
Startled, she set her knitting aside and made her way to the door, smoothing her sweater as she went.
When she opened it, there stood Violet, her face a mixture of determination and regret.
“Hi, Grandma,” Violet said softly, her usual teenage confidence replaced with something much more tender.
“Hello, dear,” Sarah replied, her voice warm but cautious. “How’s the sweater?”
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“It’s beautiful,” Violet said, her voice trembling. “Thank you so much.”
Sarah smiled gently but waited, sensing there was more Violet wanted to say.
“Grandma,” Violet began, her hands fidgeting nervously, “I came to say I’m sorry. I didn’t appreciate the first sweater you made me.
It was amazing, and I know how much love you put into it. I feel awful for what I did. If I could get it back, I would.”
Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke, her voice cracking with emotion. Sarah’s own eyes began to shine, and she reached out to gently touch Violet’s cheek.
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“Really?” Sarah asked, her voice full of warmth and understanding.
“Yes,” Violet said firmly, nodding.
Sarah’s smile widened as she walked to the small closet by the door. From the top shelf, she carefully pulled out the original sweater. Turning, she handed it to Violet, who stared at it in disbelief.
“You kept it?” Violet whispered, clutching it tightly.
“Of course,” Sarah said softly. “I thought one day you might want it back.”
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Violet’s face lit up, and she threw her arms around her grandmother, hugging her tightly. “Thank you, Grandma. Thank you for everything.”
“You’re welcome, my dear,” Sarah whispered, holding her close. “All I want is for you to be happy.”
In that moment, both of them felt the unspoken bond between them grow stronger, their hearts lighter with understanding and love.
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Lady Informs Fiancé’s Family She Is Pregnant, ‘He’s Infertile!’ His Mom Says – Story of the Day
Chris’ parents didn’t accept his relationship with Amanda. When she announced her pregnancy at the dinner, they rushed to call her a cheater because they had just gotten some shocking medical results. Their lives would never be the same.
“I just want to get this over with,” Chris sighed in front of his parents’ house door.
“They’re your parents, honey. We want them to finally accept me and come to our wedding, right?” his wife, Amanda, caressed his arms.
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Chris grunted. “I really don’t care about that, Amanda. I’m sorry, but if they can’t accept the woman I love, I don’t want anything to do with them.”
“Please, honey. We have to make peace with them. What about the future? They’re family. We want them to be a part of our children’s lives, don’t we?” Amanda continued, smiling slightly. The problem is that the young, beautiful woman didn’t see the tightening of her husband’s mouth.
Chris tried to keep his composure after her words, but he only barely managed. “Yeah. I guess,” he muttered through his stiff lips.
“That’s… fine. When are you going to quit your job?” he continued.
“OK! Now, cheer up. We’re in this together,” Amanda perked and hugged his side.
Chris’s mother, Mrs. Castillo, opened the door with her signature fake grin, only slightly lifting her lips.
“Hello, Amanda. It’s nice to see you,” she said, nodding her head subtly and moving, so they could walk through the door.
Chris wanted to roll his eyes. It had been years since he and Amanda got together. They were engaged, and his parents still viewed her as the woman who “ruined their plans.” They wanted their son with someone else and were salty about his decision.
***
When Chris graduated from college and got his first job, his parents introduced him to Ciara, the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Geoffrey. Her father was on a local private clinic board and highly well-respected in their town.
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Chris came from the Castillo family, and they had always been wealthy thanks to their great-grandfather’s investments. Chris didn’t care much for that stuff. His parents were obsessed with status and what others would say.
However, he made the most amazing friends at college who came from all walks of life. It truly changed his life, and he realized that the girls he had been exposed to through private school and country club parties were not for him. He wanted a real woman.
And Amanda appeared. He had been at his job for a couple of years and collided with her on his way out of a parking lot. It was love at first sight for him, so he tried to joke, smile, and invite her out straight away.
She worked at a nearby building and was not happy about his advances. But eventually, she said yes to a date, and they had been together since.
The first time she met his parents was a disaster. They told Chris to break things off as soon as she left the restaurant table for the bathroom.
“She’s an assistant. Why can’t you date Ciara? She adores you. This is not the girl for you,” his mother said quietly, but her face showed desperation and disgust.
“Listen to your mother, son. You must marry a woman from your own… ugh… class. It won’t work otherwise,” his dad joined in, shaking his head.
“The two of you need to shut up. I will not listen to this. Ciara is a vapid little princess, and I don’t want to be near her… ever!” he said, forcefully but still discreetly enough.
Amanda returned to the table, and the dinner continued. His parents never had much of a poker face, so this meeting wasn’t pleasant. However, it was worse after those comments, and Amanda sensed it.
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He explained everything later, and she understood, telling him to give his parents time. But it had been a while, and they had yet to warm up. They behaved to her face but grumbled behind her back. Mostly, they tolerated her, especially since they got engaged. Meanwhile, she remained hopeful. Amanda was a glass-half-full kind of person. Therefore, she still called his mother to plan dinners and included her in some of the wedding details.
The only thing Amanda had not been open about was the fact that they were already trying for a baby. She wanted that to be a surprise. With some luck, Mr. and Mrs. Castillo would finally warm up when they started having babies.
***
As they sat at his parent’s dinner table, Chris could only think of wrapping this gathering up quickly. He had something to tell his fiancée, and it was extremely urgent. It might change the nature of their relationship forever. She might even decide to leave him.
“They don’t know what they’re missing. Let them eat cake in their country clubs while you and I find real happiness.”
He had actually talked to his parents about this a few days ago when he received the news. They didn’t have a lot to say about it. Their faces showed sadness and concern, but they remained their stoic selves.
“If Amanda leaves you, let her do it,” his mother told him, but that would kill Chris. So, he had been afraid of telling her the truth.
“So, Amanda,” his father began, snapping Chris out of his thoughts. “How’s work?”
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“Oh, Mr. Castillo. Work is going great. My boss has this huge event coming up, and I’m helping plan everything. It’s been fun, actually,” she replied, happy they showed interest in her.
“That’s… fine. When are you going to quit your job?” he continued.
“Excuse me?”
“Quit. To become a housewife,” Mr. Castillo clarified.
“I’m not quitting,” Amanda said, confused.
“She’s going to keep working, Dad,” Chris intervened, peeved.
“That’s… just fine. Amanda is a modern woman after all, darling,” his mother said, not quite smiling but not angry either.
“Well, I don’t know my plans yet. It’ll depend on the future,” Amanda said and swallowed nervously. “Speaking of which, I have an announcement. I’m pregnant!”
There was extreme silence at the table, which seemed to expand for hours, but it was only a few seconds. Amanda had been sure that a baby was everything this family needed to accept her finally, but she had no idea what Chris had just discovered.
The first person to break the silence was Mrs. Castillo. “He’s infertile!” she yelled, seething. Her eyes were almost red from anger.
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Chris was frozen in complete shock. They had been intimate for a while without protection, hoping for this. But he just got medical results proving that he couldn’t father anyone. That meant… that Amanda had cheated.
“YOU WORTHLESS TROLLOP!” his mother screamed some more. “YOU CHEATED NO MY SON AND GOT PREGNANT? NOW YOU WANT TO BABY-TRAP HIM?”
“Baby trap him? Mrs. Castillo, Chris and I have been trying for months. We wanted to surprise you and start our family right away. What do you mean by infertile? That’s impossible!” Amanda shook her head rapidly, not knowing what to do.
Mr. Castillo wiped his mouth with a cloth napkin and stood. “Get out of this house immediately. Never show your face near my son again, or we will get a restraining order,” he threatened quietly.
“Sir! Chris, please. Do something. I don’t understand!” Amanda begged her fiance, but Chris couldn’t move. Suddenly, Mrs. Castillo grabbed Amanda’s hair and started pulling her toward the front door.
“Get out of here now!” the older woman yelled like a banter.
Amanda held onto her hair to prevent more pain, but she repeatedly called out to Chris. It was futile. He was still at the table, looking at his plate and not moving.
“CHRIS!” Amanda shouted finally as the heavy front door slammed.
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***
The next few days were a confusing blur. Chris moved out of their shared apartment, leaving the medical results on their kitchen countertop. He also left a Post-it.
“I was concerned and got tested. I’m infertile. Completely. I hope you have a happy life, but it won’t be with me,” he wrote, breaking Amanda’s heart.
That doctor had to be wrong. She was pregnant, and it was 100% Chris’s baby. She hadn’t been with anyone else for many years. How was this possible? And why wouldn’t he talk to me?
Despite her best efforts, Chris refused contact. When she went to his parent’s house, they called the police, who told her to leave or risk being arrested.
“Fine! I’ll leave! I’ll raise this beautiful baby on my own! You’re the one missing out, and when you realize the truth, it’ll be too late!” she screamed towards the mansion and walked away.
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Despite what the Castillo family tried to imply, Amanda didn’t need to trap anyone. She might not be from a wealthy family, but she had a great job. Her company had a fantastic maternity leave policy, and the entire team was ready to support her dearly. Her boss loved her, so she wasn’t worried.
“What? No, that was just our plan,” Mrs. Geoffrey chuckled, waving her hand.
The problem was facing an utterly different future without Chris and as a single mom. But if others could do it, she could too.
Therefore, she had the baby, named him Paul, and did her best. It was suffocating doing everything alone at times, but she persevered every day for her son. The only problem was that her baby was a carbon copy of Chris. It was impossible to miss.
“Those idiots,” she whispered after putting him down for a nap. “They don’t know what they’re missing. Let them eat cake in their country clubs while you and I find real happiness.”
***
Chris tried to move on with life. His usually cold parents were highly supportive after he moved out of his shared apartment with Amanda. He was thankful for that. The last thing he ever imagined was Amanda cheating on him. It didn’t seem possible despite irrefutable proof.
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But his parents told him everything would be alright soon. And life goes on even when you don’t want it to. He returned to work, found a new apartment for himself, and tried to forget the pain. The future was bleak without Amanda, but his parents tried to cheer him up.
One day, they invited him for dinner, and Ciara was there. Surprisingly, they got along, and she had many interesting things to say. His parents were delighted and encouraged the friendship. Chris didn’t have the fight in him to refuse again.
He started dating Ciara. They were taking things slow, but he didn’t discourage his mother when she talked about a country club wedding. Fine. If this is the life I deserve, I’ll just let them plan everything for me, he thought during his depressing moments.
Amanda was out of his life. He just hoped her baby daddy was a good man.
***
About a year after Paul was born, Amanda was walking down the street, focusing on her cell phone, when she stumbled upon someone.
“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking,” she apologized, only to raise her eyes and see Chris. “Oh.”
“Amanda,” he said, swallowing. “Hi.”
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“Hello,” she replied awkwardly. “Bye.”
“Wait,” Chris grabbed her hand, but the movement made her drop her phone. “Jeez, I’m sorry.”
He picked it up, and the screen lit. There was a picture of her baby as a screensaver, and his eyes zeroed in on it.
“Give me that,” Amanda snatched it from his hands, finally showing her anger. “You don’t deserve to look at him.”
“Him?” he mumbled, breathless from seeing the image.
“Yes. My son,” she said, lifting her chin. “Mine. Alone.”
Her whole demeanor was surprising. He understood why she would lie about cheating at first, but it had been a while since their split. She didn’t have to pretend anymore.
“I guess it didn’t work out with the father,” Chris commented, wanting to be angry and hurt her somehow.
“Yeah. It didn’t,” she raised her eyebrows. “Bye, Chris.”
And she walked away.
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For several days, Chris pondered hard on the situation. He didn’t remember the picture of the baby much, as she had snatched her phone too quickly. But he had stunning blue eyes. Amanda’s eyes were brown. Of course, anyone could be the father.
But her attitude. The way she was accusing him without actually saying anything was highly odd. Was it possible that he had been wrong? That his doctors were wrong?
It didn’t seem likely because he had gone to Ciara’s father’s private clinic. They had all the latest technologies, so the chances of a false result were odd. But… what if?
He couldn’t think about it much because Ciara dragged him to her mother’s house for a meeting with the wedding planner. Yes, they were engaged, and things were moving fast. He didn’t care. He just wanted his parents to shut up about it.
The whole situation was insane. He had no idea why he was there when Ciara and her mother were picking up everything. When his new fiancée took a break, Mrs. Geoffrey focused on him. She talked a bit about the wedding, the future, how she always knew this day would come, etc.
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But suddenly, she said, “Oh, my god, and the babies you two will have. Precious!”
“Life’s too short for grudges.”
“Babies? Mrs. Geoffrey, I’m infertile. You should know that. I got tested at your husband’s clinic, and everyone knows,” Chris explained, frowning.
“What? No, that was just our plan,” Mrs. Geoffrey chuckled, waving her hand.
“Plan?” Chris asked, his voice turning to ice.
Mrs. Geoffrey seemed only to realize then what she had said. Her face turned white, and her hand flew to her mouth. “I mean…. Ehhh, no. Those things have errors… I think IVF can work…” she stuttered through her words.
And Chris knew everything right away.
Ciara walked back. “OK, let’s continue,” she said, not reading the room.
“Darling, I’m glad you tricked me, and I get to marry you now,” he said unexpectedly. Ciara’s head turned to him quickly.
“You know about that?” she asked, starting to smile.
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“Ciara, no!” her mother whispered.
Chris rose from the couch. “Goodbye. I hope you two rot in hell.”
***
Chris got the entire story from his mother, who was on the phone while he drove to Amanda’s apartment. Luckily, she had never moved out of their shared place, and he still had a copy of the key.
“Chris, you don’t understand!” she wailed, and he didn’t care. He demanded the truth.
His results were indeed a plan. A ruse. A scheme. A betrayal. It was all designed so he would dump Amanda and go to Ciara. Somehow, his mother had discovered how much Amanda wanted to have children. They thought they would separate from the news.
But their plan went even better after Amanda’s pregnancy announcement. Mrs. Castillo mustered her best acting and put on that show. Everyone knew. His parents, Ciara’s parents, and the technician they had paid off and fired later to give the erroneous results. His doctor had even been deceived because he had only seen the fake labs and images.
“You will never see me again,” he told his mother and hung up.
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He knocked, realized Amanda was not home, and decided to go in. He entered the second room and saw the beautiful space she had built for their son. It was blue. There were clouds painted on the walls and toys lying around.
Chris also walked into their bedroom and saw that everything was mostly the same. He sat down on her side of the bed and wanted to break down in tears. But he had to contain himself and think hard. How am I going to win her back and apologize for everything? Will she believe me? he pondered, but the tears showed up, and they wouldn’t stop.
Eventually, he fell asleep.
***
“AAAAH!” Amanda yelled after turning on the light in her room. “Get out of here! I’m calling the police!”
“Amanda!” Chris rushed out of the bed. “Amanda! Amanda! It’s me!”
“Chris! Hell! How could you just walk in here? Are you insane? I was about to grab a knife!” Amanda yelled and hit his shoulder slightly; then she saw his tear-streaked face. “Why are you here in the first place?”
“We need to talk…” he looked down, wetting his parched lips.
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***
“I guess… I’m not surprised, but it’s… still… so unbelievable,” she said after telling her the entire story.
“Yeah,” Chris nodded. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve believed you. I should’ve asked for more tests. I was shocked by the news, and I didn’t know if you would leave me because you always wanted a family. I was an idiot.”
“Yeah, you were,” Amanda agreed. “But I guess it finally makes sense. Like… everything fits. I’m not saying it’s right. But I get it.”
“Is there any way you can forgive me?”
“Life’s too short for grudges.”
“And is there any way I can be in his life?”
“That I don’t know,” Amanda looked down. “It’s been… hard. It’s been lonely. It’s not what we planned together. I don’t know if there’s any going back.”
She had held back tears until now, as the moisture ran slowly down her face as she remembered all that had happened in almost two years. Chris cried with her.
“I know it’ll take me forever, but I will make this up to you. No matter what happens… even if you and I can’t pick up where we left off, you and him are my family. My only family,” he swore, and Amanda looked into his aching, puffy eyes and knew that he was determined.
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“First… you should meet Paul, your son,” Amanda began, wiping her face. “And then, we probably need to think about suing Mr. Geoffrey.”
Chris laughed and cried at the same time. She was her cheerful self despite everything, and as usual, she was right. He needed a lawyer.
What can we learn from this story?
- Always get a second opinion. There can always be false results in the medical field, so you should always check with someone else when a diagnosis seems too drastic.
- Give your partner the benefit of the doubt and let them explain. Chris could’ve saved himself so much pain if he had allowed Amanda to speak. The scheme might’ve been discovered immediately.
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